I could hear only cries. Cries of men in agony after being attacked by those uncaring brutes. We had our revenge though, and all the bandits were dead, having gotten exactly what they deserved. Still, two fine knights has died this day, along with hundreds before them, all for the sake of one person. One person who had betrayed them all. Even knowing of her betrayal, I couldn't bring myself to wish her dead and my actions against her have haunted me since she was taken away. Poisoning Morgana was the worst thing I have ever had to do, and I needed to know she was alive to finally free myself of the burden on my shoulders. I would never forgive myself, but at least I would know I was not responsible for her death. For this reason, I needed her to be alive.
I watched cautiously as a dark shape stumbled through the trees, their form yet undefined due to the fog. Yet it only took a few more seconds before I recognized them. I could not see their face, but I would know her anywhere. Her hair was in wild tangles and a once fine dress was reduced to rags. She walked with a limp and hunched shoulders, the proud stance she normally pervaded long gone. When we could finally see her properly, I stiffened. Of course I had known who it was, but seeing her in the flesh still shocked me. Even as disheveled as she was, she was still beautiful, and seeing her made me fall to my knees in shock and relief.
Morgana.